The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1887-02-10

| ndl burst INTO III Oh culluiSn tears.
Whv-oh, why couldn't the telegram
| ave waited until the affair Of the while
| surah silk was settled?
Nothing" said, pettishly. ''only-
only its so warm, and I've scratched
| my hands among the raspberry bushes.
| suppose it doesn't matter now whether
we nave tart or not, docs it?"
Not so much. sand mother. Wen
| have q makeup dinner-a bit of cold
meat, and q boiled egg, and cup OF
| tea, aud i'll make real old-fashloned
| cake for tea. Rosy is so busy remodel
ng her dress for Miss Waterman
party. You won't 90, Rue, supposed"
Yes. | shall!' | retorted, almost an
| griy.
Rosamund lifted her large, serene
| blue eyes from the fiouuces she was
plating.
What will you wearp" said she.
For presume you don't want to be
| the laughing ock Of the village in that
WAS ed-out pink thing OF The striugy
| white rag
coored angrily.
notwithstanding" cried l.
"I'il 20. anyhow. I'm not going TO be
| q Cinderella, eternally curied up in the
| sshes,"
My dear!' mildly demonstrated
| mother.
But I only laughed and ran off to
Miss Everard's room. Was al the work
and drudgery in ones eventless life to
| be mine? Why couldn't Rosamund
! have put away the lOdger's things as
| well rs |?
| In Miss Everard's wardrobe hung the
white surah silk in tempting. glistening
| folds. | put it on. waist and all, and
| walked up and down in front of the
| glass All il needed was taking in the
body seams little to be a perfect fit.
| 1 scarcely knew myself in this new
! setting of lustrous, sheeny white. |
| looked. almost incredulously, at my
/ own reflection.
III wear itn' | said to myself. Il
! know she would give her consent were
1 she here. and there is no reason why
my whole future should be blghted be-
! cause | lack the courage to seize upon
this opportunity"
On the table there lay glittering
band of gold set with three turquoises.
| clasped it exultantlv around my wrist.
! 1t IS becoming to me, | said, ''Ill
I wear Hat too. | won't dress until
\ R0samund has gone. She will think
that have given up the battle, and it
/ will be rather amusing to see her face
! when | come in, robcd as gloriously as
| tue Queen of Sheba!"
And / laughed softly to myself as
/ once more l hung the lovely white gown
up in the wardrobe. | danced and
sang about my work all day. Rosa
! mund looked curiouSly at me once or
l twlce.
What, aiIs Rue?" said she. HAS
someone left her fortune?'
Fortunes don't come our way" l re-
tor,ed
But, after Rosy had gone. in the star
mother knocked at my door.
"Rue." she called, where are you?
Here Is Mrs. Morses maid come after
the caps. Are they ready?"
/ gave a guilty start In my preoc-
cupation had forgotten to take the box
Of laces home as usual.
Yes. they re ali ready" SAID L III
| put them into the box at once. Tn so
sorry that it slipped my mind"
1T don't matter. miss" Maria, the
maid, said cheerily. Il was coming past
! here. anyway.
handed out the box through the
crack OF the door.
Here it is" said l.
Are you going to bed already, dear?"
| asked mother.
1T has been such hard day." l
equlyo.ated.
4 ''GOu are not III, Rue. dearp"
mo, mamma, not i'll" | answered,
with guilty pang at my heart Don't
/ fret. | shall be as bright as = button
tomorrow morning. It's only the neat.
and-and Rosamund's tormentiug
ways.'
Yes" sighed mother, Pm afraid
Rosy IS rather trying sometimes. Good
night, darling"
And she went softly away, while l
made haste 10 complete my toilet. with
throbbing heart and burning checks.
DID / look pretty in the white surah
silk. with the bit Of blue ribbon at nv
throat, and the blue lobeIia-stars in nv
hair?-or was it only my own seIf-con-
ceit?
But Rosamund certainly did stare as
if she were all ewes when she saw me
standing at the head OF the Lancers
Quadrilles, with Walter Yorke at my
! side
YOU she cried
Myself at your servicem [ answer
ed, couvls"yng my lowest as l advanc-
| ed M sHe dance.
Until my unexpected appearance,
sItosamund had been lhe belle After
tnat-aJ least 50 people had told me
afterwards Z carried off the laurels.
You little cuchantressr cret Wal
ter. "NEat have you done 10 yourself?
never knew before that you were so
/ pretty. Why don't you always wear
white. with lttle gi,npses Of blue about
it?"
Where did You get thtt gown?" an
/ grilY asked RJs#mund. when we were
! once more in our own room. the wooden
! clio < on the landing striking two in the
morning, and the light of Walter
Yorke's cigar travelling slowly away
! down the dew-drenchcd road. Did
Mss Eyerard give it to you?"
No.
Did she lend it to you?"
Il borrowed it-yes"
| "Humphr said RoS3u1und Tho old